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Donutocracy

Dear members and constituents,
Did you catch the president's televised speech to the nation last night? Two of the three TV channels at my local gym carried it. As I ran on the treadmill I was able to watch most of it. Obviously, my lack of lip-reading skills meant I had to imagine what Mr. Bush must be saying. I could swear he used the word "donut" more than twice. Why not? It occurs to me he, like I, must surely see the parallels between democracy and donuts. While both begin with the letter D and people often have polarized views about them, I believe there are deeper similarities. Democracy is founded on the notion that all people have an equal right to a vote; Donuts do not care who eats them, all people are equal. Both have proponents and opponents and, despite their shortcomings, both seem a lot better than many alternatives out there. At the risk of taking the analogy too far, I would say neither is the solution to all of the world's problems nor can either be forced upon those who don't want them.

It seems, therefore appropriate that the commander in chief of the Wholesale Markets Product Delivery organization has donut duty today. Three dozen assorted donuts grace my office today courtesy of Mr. Glenn Russo. As you begin your daily activities, I urge you to participate in this process we call the Friday Donut Club. Grab your coffee (or alternative hot beverage of choice) and help yourself to one of those sweet circular pastries we so often take for granted. This donutocracy only works if each of you actively participates in the process. Remember, every donut counts.

Happy Friday!

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